The migraines have started from the tension of believing my mind more than the actual words I've heard. And it's the anxious mind that wins when I've seen numbers increased, always thinking it's because they're with -



My hair smells from the fire that warmed the circle of people whose faces I remember and names I couldn't care to ask for. My throat burns and my skin is pale and coming home to him waiting on the couch because I'm the girl sends my heart smashing into the ground.


The cards could have been read wrong when I first laid them out, but they were pretty damn specific about the way I would be feeling, how the tables would turn on me, giving me a dose of reality.


It beats against her window with no particular pattern waiting for her eyes to flutter open thinking her heart might be falling but the rush of wind pushing the rain sounds like an ocean's tide calling